PERSON Poem: Reuben, by Mick Whipple

Has anyone told you
How long you’ve been away?
There’s a bounty on you;
Ten thousand for the shattered cage
Of your yellowing remnants
Since the fireworks and fireweed
And forest fires of midsummer
Maybe all three joined mouths
To swallow you whole
Your sinkhole eyes slow-dripped dread
On my mother, poised on the hammer
Of a cautious gun
Now they surely pour instead
The writhing, creeping vicars
That hold the slow vigil
For every dark blooded thing
That lie contorted
In hasty gravel graves
They have carried you to an afterworld
And you live on beneath the laminate
Flapping slowly
Against the obligated storefronts

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